He'd expected to feel a rush of excitement and joy the moment he stripped the Illusion from Mai Mingle.
'No, maybe there really was a flicker of joy?'
But for some reason, it was nowhere near as intense as Fu Tailan had imagined.
That sliver of joy was thin and cold. Before he could even savor it, it vanished as if it were some cheap trinket that couldn't stand the test of time.
As Mai Mingle and Hai Luwei tumbled to the hallway floor, Fu Tailan turned his head away, refusing to look.
He lowered his gaze and pulled out his phone.
As a dull thud echoed from bodies hitting the floor, he looked down and tapped the screen.
The screen lit up, displaying the wallpaper. It was a seagull perched on the long wooden railing of a pier.
A vast white fog filled the space between sky and sea. The wooden railing stretched into the distance, gradually dissolving into the mist. The seagull gazed into the depths of the fog, with no sea and no sky in sight, lost and uncertain of where to go.
